Down on cold earth; and for a while was dead, And my freed foul to a ftrange fomewhere fled : Ah fottish foul, faid I, When back to its cage again I saw it fly : Fool to refume her broken chain! And row her galley here again! Fool, to that body to return Where it condemn'd and deftin'd is to burn! Once dead, how can it be, Death should a thing so pleasant seem to thee, That thou fhouldst come to live it o'er again in me? COWLEY. A lover's A lover's heart, a hand grenado. Wo to her tubborn heart, if once mine come Into the felf-fame room, "Twill tear and blow up all within, Like a grenado fhot into a magazin. Then fhall love keep the afhes, and torn parts, Of both our broken hearts: Shall out of both one new one make; From her's th' allay; from mine, the metal take. COWLEY. The poetical Propagation of Light. The Prince's favour is diffus'd o'er all, From which all fortunes, names and na. tures fall; Then Then from thofe wombs of ftars, the Bride's bright eyes, At every glance, a conftellation flies, And fowes the court with ftars, and doth prevent.o In light and power, the all-ey'd firma ment; Firft her eye kindles other ladies' eyes, Then from their beams their jewels: luftres rife; And from their jewels torches do take And all is warmth, and light, and good defire. DONNE THEY were in very little care to clothe their notions with elegance of drefs, and therefore mifs the notice and the praise which are often gained by those, who think lefs, but are more diligent to adorn their thoughts. That a mistress beloved is fairer in idea than in reality, is by Cowley thus expreffed : Thou in my fancy doft much higher stand, Than women can be plac'd by Nature's hand; And I muft needs, I'm fure, a lofer be, To change thee, as thou'rt there, for very thee. That prayer and labour fhould cooperate, are thus taught by Donne : In none but us, are fuch mixt engines found, As hands of double office: for the ground We till with them; and them to heav'n we raise; Who prayerlefs labours, or without this, prays, Doth but one half, that's none. By the fame author, a common topick, the danger of procraftination, is thus illuftrated: -That which I fhould have begun In my youth's morning, now late muft be done; And I, as giddy travellers must do, |